Do you have a nickname? Are you known by more than one name?
Throughout my many years on this Earth, I somehow have been blessed by many monikers. You can call me G. You can call me G H. You can call me G-Man. You can call me Galen. You can call me Blog Whore. You can call me Mr. Knowitall..But ya doesn't have to call me JOHNSON!
My first nickname in high school ( other than lard ass )was "The Sheik". Back in the Golden Era of wrestling, there was a very popular wrestler known as the Sheik. He would come into the ring wearing a turban, he always had his arms out stretched to each side, and he had this wild eyed crazed look on his face. Well.....It seemed that instead of doing my homework, I could mimic this guy dead on. And I would of course do so at the drop of a hat! Anywhere. Anytime.
So thats nick name #1...The Sheik
Then in college you seemed to acquire many names. Most people were usually drunk when they said my name, and it came out sounding like ..Glon..So most of my associates called me Glon. Except for my friend Shep, who actually called me G-Man first in this world.
Back in the 70's, I used to sell audio equipment at a chain called Fretter Appliance. Thats was a great job. You got high and sold stereos!!! Life was good. In fact my buisiness cards said..Galen "High-Fi" Haynes..So to the people that knew me then, I was Hi-Fi.
In the 80's, I worked as a counselor at a secure detention prison for juveniles. The clients liked my casual style, so they referred to me as Mr. Galen. To this day, if I run into one of my kids from then,they still say Howdy Mr. Galen...
Every summer for the last 5 years, me and my son help the local Orthodox Church with their summer festival. We get up at 4:00 am and start the fires and help roast over 30 lambs for their picnic. During one of those smoked smoked filled mornings, one of the old Macedonian men had a flashback, and swore to God that I looked like one of their old lamb roasting pals by the name of Oshko. Now Oshko had been dead for over 20 years, but they all said that the resemblance was uncanny. Suddenly all of the old Serbian and Macedonian men just called me Oshko. Unfortunately, one of those men worked with me for years selling cars. And guess what he called me at work? Oshko! So at work to this day, all my co-workers call me Oshko. A little ethnic, but so what?
But my favorite nickname, was given to me by a fraternity brother of mine named Tony M. We had a frat house, and since Nixon was in office, we just knew that our house was bugged. So we developed little code words for certain 'activities'. Of course one of those activities was smoking weed. And since pot was not 'allowed' in the house, we simply said,"you want to go listen to some tapes?'..That meant going out back in my car and burning one. I just so happened to have a kick-ass 8-track stereo in my car, and we always jammed and burned!!
Well I had a fondness for Black Sabboth, and always had it blareing full blast. One night on one of our 'tape' sessions, it seems that my friend Tony had a joint of Columbian. WOW...Ceebo! That was real hard to get back then, and he had a big fat hooter! To this day he talks about that mindless night, all he could remember was the name of the album.
So whenever I still see Tony, he always says..
"My friend Glon....The Master of Reality."
That was almost my blog name, The Master of Reality!!!
NAW, I'll stick with G-Man.....Peace
Do you have a nickname other than your blog name?